young –
I don’t know how things are done I just stare wonderingly and act inexplicably
sometimes
but I had the perfect cover – I was a child

Dad left –
I still don’t know how things happen so I sit and explore the wonder in comics
most of the time
under cover of being – ‘the man of the house now’

teenager –
I still don’t know how to be with others
but I am finding an ethic and aesthetic wonderful within the things I don’t understand and beginning to see
that others do not
while reading and being a student – that’s what students do

and adult –
I do all the things I’m supposed to do
but still do not understand them and even try to take them seriously
all the while slowly becoming old and left alone
politely – I’m past understanding now

was it me –
or was there really nothing to understand all along
or did I just go wrong looking for the sparkle elsewhere than where I’d find it …

…

…? – play play play
with everything – the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice

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… Mark; remember …

"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes.
~ Annie Dillard